Wow, do I love these guys. I was first exposed to them in the early sixties. I loved their music, I loved their fisherman sweaters, I really loved Liam Clancy.
My friend Joyce (Sweeney, another fine Irish name) and I would listen to their albums for hours, we knew every song by heart. When her aunt, who knew how much we loved them, took a trip to Ireland, she brought us back Irish fisherman sweaters, just like the Clancy Brothers wore. At fifteen years old, we thought we were the coolest things on the planet.
A year or so later, we got to see them live and it was a truly joyous experience, one of those memories that stay razor sharp even now, some fifty years later.
So here I was, looking through Netflix when I saw a documentary about the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem. Of course, I watched it.
Wow, the memories were flowing.
Then, recommended for me was their reunion concert, which I'm watching and listening to as I type this.
Out of curiosity, I looked them up on the internet, only to learn that all four of them are dead . . .
And I wish I could explain how very sad this makes me feel. As I looked them up, one by one to see that they had all passed, tears came to my eyes. It's as if I've lost family, they were so much a part of my life.
It seems that I should have known when they passed, one by one . . .
I'm very sad tonight.